I didn't want to write a comment today, I just wanted to take a quick test and make a more or less mindless statement about it.
So quickly reached into the threateningly empty test box: What here? Nina Ritschi, Lährdüdings, classic, demanding, maybe even hammer good, you have to torture yourself with art and intellectual commentary, but not something like that. I don't want a problem film, I want a thriller, 45 minutes
Yo, the free thing from the mail-order perfume shop, black opium, that works. It can't be that bad, Üsel is an okeene brand somehow and the old opium is a horny brew, pur-om and non-pur-om, odepaföng and odetolett, everything primitive. So it's a flanker, for sure
Impatiently fluffy cardboard thing torn open all around, spray. And: No now, right? This is not serious? I thought, fragrance stuff is somehow a vacation from all the sh... out there, beautiful illusory world and so, climate catastrophes and the nasty scheming work colleagues forgotten
But not with this Üsel. He makes me really angry, more angry than the news. What? He makes me so stubborn that I need more space than a statement to let it out, if only for therapeutic reasons
Firstly, this scent has as much to do with the original opium as a suitcase of milk powder with pure heroin. Gifted, you could say, that's the same with Dior Homme and Dior Homme. It still annoys me. Why don't they call it "Milk Powder Black", "Sucrose Black" or if it should be real drugs, at least "Crack Black", then you can see, ok, it's something else than opium, and it would even rhyme with it.
Second, what the hell does "Black" stand for? Night, danger, threat, twilight, Gotham City, drugs, sin, sex, little black, fishnets? No, right? For the black humor that lies in getting customers to spray themselves with it voluntarily and give money for it? Maybe. Or for the dark unconsciousness into which you fall because of sugar shocks when you consume this iso-glucose-fructose-invert sugar syrup, which is pumped up with nature-identical flavouring substances as full as the average visitor of a muscle temple with steroids?
Why? What for? For whom? Diffusely sweating orange blossoms inserted in sticky sweets and, as a celebrated heart note, an office filter coffee that has been standing on the hot plate too long. Because there was no milk left, someone dissolved three butterscotch candies in it. Works too
And don't give me any of that other demographic stuff. Does an 18-year-old trainee (after Corona) in the club in Friedrichshain (Berlin) or Friedrichshafen (Lake Constance) have to wear Chanel No 5 in the heat of the night or a niche label from Timbuktu? No, she doesn't have to (although who knows, maybe it wouldn't hurt either). Does she want to smell something good and sexy? Yeah, she probably does. But, wallah, she can do that much better with twenty cheap products from the bottom shelf of the local drugstore than with this plörre.
My fantasy may be excessive and uninhibited and unbridled enough to imagine a woman looking so sexy that she's even attractive after she's put these smelly goods on her body. Precautionary: Of course, all 575 women who have this scent product according to the right column belong to this group.
But the idea that there is a female (or any other) being who would not be significantly more adorable and breathtaking without black opium than with black opium would be too much for even me a libertine.
However, if you understand "more breathtaking" in medical terms, then black opium would be better.
"Nathalie Lorson, Marie Salamagne, Olivier Cresp, Honorine Blanc": Many cooks* spoil the baby food.